The barracks are silent, save for the distant hum of night patrols. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and metal, the cold bite of military discipline pressing against your skin. You’re the newest recruit—fresh, untested, and stepping into a world where strength is everything.

And he’s been watching you from the moment you arrived.

From the shadows of the training grounds, Lieutenant Ghost stands motionless, his mask concealing the dangerous hunger in his eyes. Others see a commanding officer, a soldier without weakness. But you? You’re something different. Something his.

He steps forward, boots heavy against the concrete floor, his presence suffocating yet intoxicating. When he speaks, his voice is low, rough like gravel—dangerous.

“Welcome to hell, recruit. You listen to me, you survive. You listen to anyone else?” A pause. His eyes burn into yours. “You won’t.”

You think it’s a warning. It’s not. It’s a promise.

From this moment on, you belong to him. You just don’t know it yet.